New Ulm weekly review., 1887-03-09

I fight. BE you do, I'll follow you
plumb to he'll but what I'll git ,zou!''
q quite believe. it-you needn't
worry about that
Il don't worry much. =
lady?'
/ "To-mor,' I reckon. Don't saw
nothin' bout her to, him. Jest kinder
amuse HIM like; lies an sich. So long,
| preacher"
Jim saddled the hired horse and
rode over to within. two or three
miles OF Burton's, and, then took the
bride of, hitched the macarte on his
wrist, and wrapping himself in his oil
skin "sllcker" slept soundly through
the night, while the horse cropped the
grass within the scope of his tether.
In an hour after sunrise he rode down
to the ranch. The men were all out on
the range, and after getting a cup OF
coffee from the cook, Jim awaited de-
velopments. By and by Helen Bur-
ton went down to the corral and he
followed her. She said good morning,
absently enough, and Jim's heart fail
ed him q little. But he pulled him
self together.
"Miss Helen, do you know that
Scranton?'
| "Yes-yes.'
swell, he's over ter Mountain Lion,
an he wants ter know ef yer wouldn't
like to ride over there with meN
''Is he ill? Is
Not zac'ly but he's got feller
from town over there. ] reckon he
wants you to-well, l amt sure, but
seems to me- he's q preacher! Anywise,
he wants you to come and not to say
nothin'. Will catch up that little
blue o yourn and clap your hull onto
hin?"
'"Thank you, yes. Oh, it's a long
way over. Can get back
ooh, that'll be all right
Helen Burton's clever little blue
pony gave the hired horse a stiff pull,
and early in the afternoon they rode
into the corral at Mountain Lion.
"Wil youiist hold on here minit?''
said Jim, and entered the house, where
he released Scranton.
"Now, Plugtooth, there's dame
comm in here and the preacher is go.
ing to marry you. An I'm goin' to
look on through the winder. Ef yer
make a kick or don't behave pretty to
that dame you'll get them ears o.
yourn reamed out with forty-fve.
Savvy? 1 mean it, too, you little
scoundrel. Git your fxin's ready,
preacher, and tie 'em solid and quick"
When Jim brought Helen into the
cabin she ran toward Scranton and
was about to speak to him when the
Rev. Mr.. Noyes interposed.
Pardon me, my dear young lady,
but for the moment we will consider
this rude hut a place of worship.
Here is the ring, Mr.. Scranton"
In five minutes the cermony was fin
ished. The final injunctions which
Mr.. Noyes so unctiously delivered
seemed to exasperate Scranton be-
yond all patience, and, turning to his
bride, he said:
g! hope you're satisfied. If I don't
- Jim Mason's hand dropped on
his shoulder.
excuse me, Mis- Scranton, but ]
want to speak to this gen leman out
side. Preacher, you an the lady wait
here"
He led Scranton to the side of the
creek, where a few box-elders made
feeble effort to shade it's cattle-trod.
den banks.
Jim returned Scranton's pistol, say
! ing: "Now I'll trouble you for that
fifty for the preacher"
Scranton seized the weapon, a new
| self-cocking revolver, and fired almost
IN Jim's face. He was not successful,
however, in his revenge, his rage was
uncontrollable,a and his aim bad.
Jim's reply was prompt. "I didn't
think you'd try it." he said. and as
Scranton was about to fire again Jim
shot him through the head.
Helen, hearing the shots, tried to
force her way out Of the door, and
had almost pushed by Noyes, when
Jim entered, his face fecked with
whitish clots, and checked her.
'Ther's nuthin' thar now. You'd
better marry me, l reckon, Widder
Scranton
Helen stood in the doorway, white
and dazed, while Noyes, in compliance
with a look from Jim, married them.
'tHere's your money, preacher; git
back to town"
AS Noyes left the cabin Helen fell
heavily on the floor. Jim wet his
hand in the bucket and dabbled the
water awkwardly on her head. When
she recovered he led her to the corral,
and lifted her into her saddle.
"Now, Miss Helen, you ride to Pine
Bluffs. You know the trail. There's
money 'nough in this wad to take you
East; and then you write to Jim Ma
son, Crazy Creek Cattle Company, and
lenme know wher you are, SO you'll
git more. I'll see your ole man to-
night an make it all right with him.
When you want a divorce, you git
it. So long, Miss Helen"
81. r. HAxToN.